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Title: My Zombie Fiancé
Author: T. Strange
Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Kris Norris
Genre: Fiction, Gay, Gay Fiction, Gay Romance, Horror, Humor/Comedy, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Release Date: 07/13/2016
Edward Grey is no stranger to the undead; since raising his cat as a zombie when he was a child, he and his mentor Mariel have explored and developed his power as a necromancer. Despite everything he’s learned, as a necromancer and a medical student, he’s never encountered a ghost.
While Mariel is unreachable in Haiti on mysterious business, a ghost wakes Edward in the middle of the night, claiming to be his grandfather. When the ghost offers to teach him about this different form of undeath, Edward has little choice but to trust the spirit.
After receiving a phone call from a young girl claiming her father is possessed, Edward and his Undead Canadian fiancé, Kit, must travel to an acreage in Kingston…Ontario.
The haunting proves far more complicated than Edward could ever have guessed, and he finds himself pitted against an ancient evil determined to engulf everyone on the farm.
Edward’s love and connection to Kit will be tested, and his necromancy stretched to his limits as he has to find—and destroy—a twisted spirit more powerful than anything he’s ever encountered.
“Do you want live music for the wedding?”
Kit beamed at me. Apparently I got points for thinking about the wedding, though I’d made it clear several times that I wanted to be an active part in planning it. I didn’t want to be the guy who made his partner deal with everything. The only reason I hadn’t done more was that ghosts kept popping up and demanding my attention.
“That might be nice. What were you thinking?”
“A string quartet?”
He frowned for a moment, and I could see him picturing four somberly dressed musicians, playing funereal music.
“They don’t just have to play classical music, Kit. They can play show tunes or pop music or whatever you want.” Now that I thought about it, that seemed like an excellent blend of both our personalities, which was of course what a wedding should be. I was kind of impressed with myself for coming up with it.
He gave me a slow, thoughtful nod. “That might be nice.”
“And they don’t have to wear black. It’s our wedding; they’ll wear what we ask them to.” As soon as I’d said that I regretted it. Giving Kit free rein when it came to someone’s wardrobe meant there was no turning back, a lesson I’d learned very well. Even now, most of my outfit had been selected by Kit.
To be fair, he’d packed my suitcase, and we were going to a concert, so he’d taken extra interest in my outfit.
“Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Edward.” He gave my hand another little squeeze, and I briefly wondered if he was using it as positive reinforcement for training me.
“I’m sorry if I haven’t been helping. It just feels like I’ve been dealing with ghosts a lot lately.”
He kissed me—my forehead, because we were in public. Not because we’re both men, but I’m uncomfortable with excessively intimate public displays of affection, no matter who’s doing them. Including me. “I know. That’s why I’m trying to break it into a bunch of little decisions for you.”
“And I appreciate that.”
Kit was silhouetted by the lights on stage. He looked so beautiful, and he smiled broadly at me. I was a very lucky man, and I was glad I’d come with him. Going to a concert alone sounded like even less fun than, well, going to a concert with me.
He put his arm around my waist, pulling me tight against his side. We stood like that, watching the opening group set up and do a microphone check. The evening was pleasantly breezy, and there weren’t even many insects. “This is nice,” I told him, having to stretch a bit so I could get closer to his ear so he could hear me over the noise.
He gave me a friendly, pleased squish.
The warm-up band wasn’t bad. I’d never heard of them or any of their songs and I wasn’t going to rush out and buy their album, but I didn’t mind the music.
A lot more people arrived after they’d finished, while the stage was being switched over for the headliner, whose name I’d forgotten. Who I’d also never heard of until Kit had told me about the concert, but that was pretty par for the course.
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About the Author
T. Strange didn’t want to learn how to read, but literacy prevailed and she hasn’t stopped reading—or writing—since. She’s been published with Torquere Press since 2013, and she writes M/M romance in multiple genres, including paranormal and BDSM. T.’s other interests include cross stitching, gardening, watching terrible horror movies, playing video games, and finding injured pigeons to rescue. Originally from White Rock, BC, she lives on the Canadian prairies, where she shares her home with her wife, cats, guinea pigs and other creatures of all shapes and sizes. She’s very easy to bribe with free food and drinks—especially wine.
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